She Is An Awe To Me Poem by Subrata Ray

She Is An Awe To Me



Hers is the whims of s thunderbolt,
And mine was begging a shelter,
Light-winged is her boat to cover,
Mine a lame-footed haggard’s stagger.

…The universe obeys her command,
But she be fools the mundane stay,
Tinging senses’ fraud, leads to the bay.
I would weep, I would creep, I would thrive.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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